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NAERYN

Appearance: Naeryn is 20 years of age and stands at approxomately 5'10, with a weight of 162lb. Though not fat by any means, she has a very soft, feminine figure with full breasts, wide-ish hips and a flat but not concave tummy. Wavy hair falls to just below her breasts, so dark it appears to be black, but brown, in actual fact, with highlights that flash in direct sunlight. Deep, dark blue eyes contrast with only faintly tanned skin. She wears dark tan wherry-leather pants, a woven blue bell-sleeved shirt, and a matching dark tan wherry-leather sleeveless vest as her daily attire.

History: Born in a nearly obsolete fishing hold called Circle, she was in charge of everyone's flits when they couldn't take care of them themselves. As a result of this, she became very adept at caring for flits.

When she was 12, her brother Impressed a bronze by name of Jornuth. She often helped her brother care for his dragon, and so became very close to both dragon and rider. Three years later Jornuth passed between, and her brother fell into madness, foaming at the mouth and crying obscenities. Shortly after, Naeryn sunk into a depression and left the Hold when Thread was due. The unprotected Hold was destroyed, leaving her the only survivor.

Having lived alone in a small cave and Impressing her gold flit - one who managed to survive Threadfall even though all the other eggs were destroyed - she developed an unusual affinity to Melyna, and can communicate with her much as a rider with his/her dragon.

However, she could not live with just her Mel forever. She fell from a cliff, roughly one and a half lengths, and broke her leg. Through the haze of pain, she managed to find her way to the Harperhall, where she was found as dragons flew on Search. Thus, her unceremonious arrival at Fort Weyr.

Since then, she's had several emotional up-and-down heavals, yet seems to have finally found happiness, and frienship in fellow weyrling Faerra, a close companion in her gold dragon, Cyhiraeth, and a loving, romantic relationship with another weyrling, Nevaeh.
Loves: Singing; riding runnerbeasts; flying; Nevaeh, Faerra and Cyhi

Common Knowledge
- Appearance
- Quirky sense of humour
- Slight stutter, shows up rarely
- Rider of gold Cyhiraeth, aka 'Cyhi'
- Has not yet been seen in a dress
- Loves swimming
- Unselfconscious, physically (skinny dipping anyone?)



Appearance: Cyhiraeth's hide glistens an almost, but not quite, metallic shade of gold, with faint flecks of a bright sun-yellow colour that catches and reflects the light. At the fork of her tail, there is a small patch of dark bronzy gold. She is relatively large, though will likely never be quite the size of Glith.
Personality: Cyhiraeth tends towards wisdom, though of an unusual draconic type not unlike that posessed by many five year olds. For the most part, she remains calm and serene, unless someone or something appears to be threatening those she or Naeryn cares about.
She also has a grasp, if a shaky one, of a dry sort of wit, and practices it often.

Naeryn sat in one of the junior queens' weyrs. She was perched upon her bed, leaning against the stone wall behind her and staring out. The weyr was relatively high up, and she could stare straight out into the brilliant night sky. Legs drawn up, she wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head upon them, canted slightly to the side.

Missing your friends, Mine? Cyhiraeth's cool, comforting voice broke her reverie.

A little. Not that I don't love having you, Cyhi... but it's suddenly so different. When all of this started... First, I lived in a Hold, and I couldn't imagine anything else. Then... disaster. I was alone. I got used to living alone... I had Mel to keep me company... The little gold, perched on Cyhi's head, gave a quiet cheep at this. And I thought that was the way it would be. And suddenly I'm here, injured, alone half the time and other times surrounded by people. I finally get used to living in the barracks, surrounded by other girls, and... I'm alone again. I mean, I'm not really alone. I have you, and I have Mel... but it''s not quite the same as human companionship.

Naeryn stretched out one hand, tracing the lines she saw in the stars in the air with her fingers. The Big Pineapple... Short Man Looking Uncomfortable... Runnerbeast Getting Bathed by Flits. She smiled, half absently.

Of course, Mine. Dragons and humans are not the same. You would want a human to spend time with.

Well, I have that. I have Nevaeh, and Faerra... and no one here has ever been particularly cruel to me or anything. But late at night... sometimes the shadows seem to close around you just a little more.

Javareth jerked violently as he back winged a bit sharper than what he should have and landed on the weyr's ledge allowing Naeryn to dismount before again taking off anxiously into the night air to join the other weyrlings and begin their tasks.

Naeryn smiled. The past while had been rough on everyone, but things were getting better now. The hatching had gone remarkably well, and she was feeling once again in good health.

Take me out of here, love!

The lump of gold on which she was perched unfolded into the glittering, glistening form of her mount, Cyhiraeth. The shining queen leapt off the ledge outside their weyr and into flight, quickly winking between.

A tiny golden spark seemed to dance on the air behind them momentarily before also vanishing out of sight.

Nevaeh sighed when she finally reached the stone stairs that led up to Naeryn's weyr. She hadn't walked anywhere since Javareth had been able to fly with her on his back. She'd forgotten just how long it took to walk anywhere in this Weyr.

Walking up the steps Cyhiraeth soon came into her view. She smiled at the gold's slumbering form before stepping into the entrance to the weyr. Nevaeh glanced around the weyr, it seemed more like home then her own did anymore. Before she was injured she had always come to visit during free time or Naeryn had always come to visit her. It had almost become a known fact if looking for one check the others weyr.

Nevaeh moved on into the weyr and stepped over to the entrance to Naeryn's sleeping quarters. Peering into the room Nevaeh smiled spotting Naeryn lying on the bed. Nevaeh watched Naeryn for a few moments almost thinking she was sleeping. Leaning on the door frame Nevaeh gazed at her lover with a hot and fiery stare.

Nevaeh's grin widened as Naeryn came to her. She pushed herself up away from the doorframe and followed Naeryn to the bed. As she reached the bed she plopped down onto it and grabbed Naeryn's hand pulling her into her lap and wrapped her arms around her lovers waist letting her hands rest on her hips.

"So I was told you wanted to talk to me." She said smiling at Nae.

Nevaeh shurgged at Naeryn's question on the hold thinking on it almost made her want to laugh but she knew that was inappropriate at the moment. But her lover's next question certainly caught her off guard. "...I don't know. I haven't really thought on it. I know I wouldn't want any rider touching you ever. I won't allow it." Nevaeh replied and lightly kissed Naeryn's cheek.